Post by december memory jackson on Jul 31, 2009 17:33:57 GMT -5
DECEMBER MEMORY JACKSON
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hi, my name is december and i am twenty one. i belong with the locals and i'm awkward.
December is a mild mannered, soft spoken boy. He will tend to just blend into the background and let others talk over him unless it is something really important. This stems from his overly trusting nature due to the spefic form of autism he suffers from. Upon meeting someone December will automatically trust them to some degree, the more time he spends with someone the more he grows to trust them and if they do something to break his trust he will willingly give them a second chance, and third, and fifth. Often those who know him best have to step in and tell people to get out of his life because he trusts them too much to see that they are using and abusing him. If someone asks him to do something for them he doesn't think about what it in it for him or even if it may hurt him he will simply do it and id often left without thanks but he just shrugs it off. He simply sees the good in people
Although soft spoken there is no denying Decembers sense of humor. He is forever playing practical joke on his bandmates and anyone else close to him. When he is in a good mood his bandmates know that they have to watch out rubber spiders in their jacket sleeves and the like. His good moods are very intense and lead to giggle fits, running around madly just to burn off energy and other sweet little quirks that no one can help but have a fond giggle at. He is known for telling stories, detailed ones usually of a fantasy nature when in one of these good moods and often draws amazing highly detailed pictures to go with them. He tells himself and those extreamly close to him that one day he wants to write his own comic book and they all know he has the skills to make it happen it's just a matter of timing. It's days like this he tends to devlop fixations. They can be with a certain movie, a kind of food even sometimes people. His fixations are bordering on obsessions but mostly pass after a few days
Of course if he has these amazing days when he finds himself in a good mood there are always those days he just can't seem to shake off a bad mood that sinks its vile claws into him. Days like this he will bearly talk to anyone unless he really needs to and can most often be found crossed legged on his bunk, the blankets pulled over his knees staring at the wall with either a blank look or one of a burning hatered, He almost prefers the burning hatered because at least on those days there is some passion in him while the days that warrent the blank stare are days he feels empty and if he can help it won't leave his bunk at all. He doesn't like to tell people about his autism for a number of reasons. He was bullied about it in school by kids that didn't undrestand but he had also seen the looks the other parents gave him almost as if they were worried he might be contagious. He also doesn't want to worry anyone with it and would rather keep it his little secret from everyone except his close friends.
Marget and David were both brought up in strict, conservative families and both of them hated it. So when they intoduced their own little one to the family there was no chance in them following tradtion. Six generations of Jackson men were called David, if not their first name it was their middle name but when they young couple looked at their porcelain skined baby boy they didn't see a David. They saw skin as white as a December morning and eyes that held an all knowing sort of look that almost scared them. That is how this most unusual of babies came to pocess the most unusual of names. When he was taken to his home a day after he was born all was well except that look in his eyes that even his own mother felt unnerved by if his dark brown eyes were to settle on her for too long. The house was small and had no more than what was needed. December had one teddy bear with blue silk on the pads of it's paws for company and nothing more, not that he minded of course. An infant isn't going to miss things it cannot comprehend. December was his parents pride and joy. When friends came over he was instructed to stand up straight and sing them one of the selection of songs he knew.
By the age of two he had become used to being paraded like a show pony in front of all his parents friends but he never enjoyed the experiance. On more than one occasion he had ended up staring one og these strange adults straight in the eye and even at this young age it made him uncomfortable. Little did he know that after he was sent to bed his parents and these adults would stay downstairs and discuss the look that still haunted his eyes. It was soon put down to a thoughtful mind and a good soul, after all the eyes are the window to such things arent they. This was also the year Requiem was brought home and comendeared the teddy bear with silken paws that December had named January. It made sense to him if he was December what always came after that? When he was stripped of his January he didn't cause a scene. He didn't stomp his little feet and cry and scream until he got his own way he simply took to drawing January. He could draw him however he wanted him now. If December wanted him to have a hat, he would have a hat. If December wanted him to grow giant claws and wings that curved out from his neck then thats what was going to happen.
December's early childhood was largely uneventful. He was shown off to the adults that came to have coffee with his parents. He went to the birthday parties of your children his age and he drew at least 5 pictures every single day. Most of the time the level of detail he put into his pictures were well beyond his years and it seemed as if there was no where this talent could have came from. But not long after he started school the day came when his parents were called in to have a meeting with him and his head master. His teachers were begining to worry about him as unlike the other children he wasn't making many friends and the friends he did have he seemed reluctant to talk too. It was when he was spotted sitting alone on a bench in the playground while all the other children played around him that they decided enough was enough. The head master explained this to his parents and suggested that it might be the signs of some form of disorder he may have and that he should see a child specialist who would be able to diagonose the youngster so that everyone around him could do there best to help him. The very next day December was left to play in a big room with a soft carpet, a lot of toys and what he thought was just an other adult but this was the man who discovered his autism.
The particular form of autism December sufferd from is known as Aspergers Syndrom and it mainly effects his people skills. His speech was fine, if not better than that excepted from a five and a half year old and while maths wasn't his fortay he could understand some of it. It was also discovered his extraordinary art talent was spawned from this as was the way he would become fixated with certain things, at first it was his teddy January and for a short while even the tiny female that had taken January from him but it often changed. At one point he had become transfixed with seahorses for example and would only talk about them no matter how obviously people were fed up with the subject. Most importantly for Margret it explained that look. For David however the news was not taken well. December had been his little prince, his perfect little boy and now he was broken. He was no longer something to be showed off to friends, instead he was told to play quietly in his room. This part December didn't mind but that wasn't all David got very distant from his son, not talking to him unless he had to and always finding ways escape the hugs the little boy longed for. December just couldn't understand what he had done to upset his father so much and spent most of his time trying to gain his affection.
It was around this time the December started attending music therapy classes. Although his needs weren.t as demading as some of the other children it was thought it would do him good to spend time with other children in similar positions to his. At these classes he was encouraged to play many diffirent instruments but the only one he would even give any thought too was the drum kit in the corner. He adored how with just a simple flick of his wrist ans stomp of his foot he could make his very own music. He soon began to show promise that he was going to be a talented drummer and the teacher begged his mother to get him proper drum lessons where he could develop his skills further and boost his miniscule self confidence. Of course Margret gifted her baby boy with these lessons and from that day on she seen that sweet dreamy look fill his eyes more and more.
High school came and as a lot of people had expected December didn't fit in. He was quiet most of the time but other times rather excitable, singing loudly in class and making up his own weird jokes. While he was adored by many as the funny guy there were also a lot of people who saw him meerly as a freak. This of course was not good for Decembers trusting nature as many found ways of asking him to do things that would get him in trouble, most of which he would do. Beating were not uncommon either but most of the time one of those who adored him would come to his rescue. December was the marmite kid of the school. You either hated him to a point you would want him dead or loved him enough to defend him in any situation. During this time he began to keep his autism a secret from people as it became clear they would either ridcule him for it or treat him like a child because of it.
hi my name is lawra and i am seventeen years old. i'm a female. i just wanted to let you know that you can't be me i'm a rockstar, okay? and i've been roleplaying for four years. i like roleplaying both, and here's what i do.
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